the ides!

OK. No big movements in the previous weeks but on and on we go. Our first visitor came and went, same with our silver and bronze winners, pals from Gainesville looking to nest on a Wednesday between there and Miami. We are like the unassuming ice floe that polar bears rest on between larger, cooler land masses. Safety and a firm bed, we can do these things.

With Brandon around, I turned 26. It was odd. I came home and tried to write the following:

26 is like the sum of the sixteen year old Sarah and the ten year old Sarah. Can you stand it it's like a me is driving around in her sister's '89 Mustang with a tinier me and the first is talking about shaving her legs and the rise of Damon/Affleck and the little one nods awkwardly and wants secretly to know when everyone fell out of love with "Newsies." NEVER. But 26 is not entirely a cozy roadtrip because it's just me right here and I'm with Brian and Brandon and sweet Clarence and we were altogether (sans Clarence, in spirit, no cats at Florida bars?!) an hour back at a business packed with broke-down Southern nobodies and I thought good heavens, so this is why they start to fade and you ignore, not because you feel old but because nobody is around to make them messy fun deals. CAKE.

And that's when I stopped because I think last year's messy fun deal involved my old cat and my grandpa and it made more sense to eat cake and fall asleep then it did to undrunk myself with sobering thoughts about life and change and stuff we all miss. My ponies always ride in and out on melancholy notes but stay slightly sunny for most parts in the middle.

We all got sunburned the following day at a baseball game. I've never been to a baseball game and I haven't been sunburned in about three years. 26, so far, is an evolutionary year of sorts. To be continued.

So! We are expecting parents on Tuesday, sisters on Friday, more parents on Saturday. The guest room sheets are currently in the dryer after swaddling three passing bodies. I am good at washing for friends. To note, I saw these same sheets featured on an episode of "Flavor of Love 3" last week. They cover the twin beds in one of the contestant rooms. MASSIVE FAIL. It made me slightly ill but I'm almost over it. The quilt they're working alongside prominently decorated bedrooms in both "Joan of Arcadia" and "One Tree Hill," and if Joe Mantegna and Mary Steenburgen fake slept in it, that should class the space up hardcore. Raise your hand if you pay pretty close attention to television set design. I understand. It's either that or listen to the dialogue.

For a short time, my idle days are passed. They've had a good run. Ultimately their greatest use was driving up and down highway 27 in search of strawberry yogurt. This is no joke, the Publix by my house stopped shelving strawberry Stonyfield units, but in my downtime I have acquired about twenty containers at all the participating businesses between here and Orlando. At 26, I am getting better at nailing exactly what I want. Like I said, to be continued.